Sunday October 30th 2016Tim
The shovel is good
and shiny, it can produce a glint in sun light that
stabs the eye. Nor has it actually rained in any
respectable way for what feels like over a month. Always
nice to have a shiny shovel, makes a person feel
responsible and organized, as well as physically fit,
hardworking and independent of engine driven machines.
But a little rust on the shovel would be welcome. It's
far too dry and far too hot for the tapestry of plants
to manage a sensible transition into frost, possibly
ice, maybe snow drifts, a polar vortex or whatever
winter nightmare might be in store for us.
The other area
of deep concern is something or someone called Cortina. He,
she or it seems to exist inside the technical device and is
constantly offering ridiculous suggestions and asking truly
irritating questions like whether I've ever thought about
investing in a microphone. Apparently Cortina can tell me
how to install one. Who or what it is, I don't know, but
it's kind of like having an overly enthusiastic house guest
who's constantly getting excited in their determination to
be helpful and do stuff. All I can think of is that in a
moment of reverie I must have clicked on something.